Posts by Boodor85

OOC: Now, Amaryllis here asked me to be some kind of adviser when choosing people to join, and this form really stuck out to me. Let me explain everything that is WRONG with your form, and let me also give you tips on how you can fix these issues.

1. If you have even made a cursory glance at this page, you can see that (almost) everyone is using pictures of actual people, and then describing what they look like in (relative) detail. Not only have you deviated from this rule with your anime character picture, but you also do so in not describing your character AT ALL.

2. We want an actual name. Lorelei is fine, it's an actual first name. Keep it. But we need an actual surname for you to be even remotely considered.

3. 'Ethnicity/Origin: None'. You do realize that this implies that you are not human, right? If your character is white, put Caucasian. Origin describes where you were born, this can be quite literally anywhere so long as it makes sense.

4. 98 pounds for a 17 year-old 5'4" female is almost 50 pounds underweight. That's all I'll say on this matter.

5. Your strengths and weakness make no sense, correct them, please.

6. Your clothing also makes no sense. Your character won't be toting a closet around with them everywhere, and they're probably only going to have one or two spare outfits on their person at any one time.

7. The model of Desert Eagle you have picture is the .50 AE model. You can tell from the rimless cartridge. If the name doesn't immediately ring a bell, .50 AE is a downsized version of the round fired out of SNIPER RIFLES. That round is more than enough to knock the person firing off their feet. It is also more than enough to break the arm of the person firing. It can do that because it is a downsized sniper round. One more fun fact, and this one is common US law, it is illegal to own a .50 AE Desert Eagle without a license, and because of that fact most gun shops do not sell them. Unless you broke into a military base, which there are none anywhere near Yakima, it would be almost impossible to find one.

8. "History: Grew up a normal kiddo until that darn appocolips". This actually makes me angry. It shows that you obviously didn't care when you made this form, just expected to fart out any old trash for your character and get accepted. A 'normal kiddo' wouldn't have a Desert Eagle. A 'normal kiddo' wouldn't be so severely underweight that they'd be hospitalized. A 'normal kiddo' would have no experience in basically anything. A normal kiddo would have an actual childhood described in their history section. If you are going to treat this RP with the same childish tone you would a text message, you would be sorely mistaken.

Those are all the things I have issues with, though I am not the gatekeeper to this RP. I have, of course, expressed my worries of this form to Amaryillis, and she will deal with it as she sees fit, though I'd highly suggest fixing your mess of a form.

OOC: Well, I made a new character as well, and I'd like to utilize him. To differentiate who I am RPing as, Alan's posts from here on will be in first person, while Andrew's will be in third. IC Post coming in 3... 2... 1...

IC: Day Two of not finding my bandmates. Day Two of sleeping on the sidewalk as well. Guess I was in for a treat. I kept walking the streets as best I could, there seemed to be a riot going on. All around me, police officers and average civilians clashed in a brutal display of disobedience. If I were able to find my mates in time, we'd have one hell of a song. Eventually, it got to the point where the violence obstructed my ability to move forward by normal methods, so I decided to take to the alleys. Turns out, I circled that same square mile of alley for 20 minutes before I realized I was. Instead of wasting any more time, I found the nearest pipe, made sure it could support me, and climbed to the highest point I could get down from.
Right below me there was a huge struggle going on. I could see emergency dispatchers running around the streets, all in their garishly coloured uniforms. Each one helped make up the violent anthill that I was in. Every now and again, I'd see a guy with, like, grey skin. Real freaky sh*t, man, but they seemed to take a lot of punishment. I saw one take a bullet to the chest, sprawl out, and get back up like it was nothing. I decided this rooftop was a bit too close to the center of carnage, so I tightened my guitar around me as tightly as I could, then I jumped for another building.
I grabbed onto a window frame before I could tumble to my doom, thankfully. Hurt my hands like hell, but I climbed up until I was on a slightly higher and (in my opinion) a slightly safer roof. If this damn gun I picked up had any munition, I could've reenacted D-Day or something. Of course, this wouldn't last- it never does at times like these. They were simple facts of life. Grass is green, the sky is blue, rioters burn down buildings. I did, however, take solace in my new-found high-rise. It's always nice to be up there, looking at the sky, nothing able to touch you.

Andrew decided now was a better time than ever to pop some pills. He took the first bottle he recognized, dumped out three or four pills, grabbed a water bottle with his other hand, and then did the usual. Pop and swash, he called it. Finally, the headache that had been plaguing him faded, and he was slightly less tense than before. Now he felt good; way good. He leaned against his newly-made tent, testing its stability on his new rooftop home. As the seconds went by, Andrew decided it was time to go in, and stood up to head inside his tent.

OOC: Unfortunately, this thread died out. I felt like I had some interesting concepts in it, but it looks like hard work is always beaten out by garbage, especially on this site. I can, however, direct you to another RP I made, as well as one that may suit your interests more.

(My new RP): https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2335653.0
(Other Zombie RP): https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2346802.0

It always makes me happy to see a good form on an RP I made, even if it is months dead. Hope you make a new one on either of the ones I posted!

I decided now was a better time than ever to recruit a new member. I holstered my gun, trying to regain my composure, and helped up the old man, who was now crying. I patted him on the back, trying my best to look like some kind of wartime hero, and helped get him to a slightly safer location. I walked back after leading the old man away, and drew my gun once more. I needed to make sure she'd get along.
"So, how old are you?" I asked, holding the gun at my side. I still had the blood of the Korean spattered on my jacket, so I guess I looked intimidating enough to get a truthful response.

19. This was old enough to join us. I picked the Korean's knife up, flipping it in my hand, before holding it out. She was either gonna help us, or hinder us. If she refused to help, we would just have to hope she doesn't rat us out.
"We're a resistance. Take this and don't get in our way," I said, trying as hard as I could to not sound threatening. This was a movement operating entirely off of goodwill, and all it'd take is one mistake to doom us all.

OOC: I know the feeling. Last end-of-year test tomorrow.

IC: I had been laying atop the roof for a few minutes now. Every passing minute felt like an hour in lieu of the speedy tour I had expected. I was two days behind schedule, and something told me it was gonna be even longer before I would be on the road again. I walked around the roof a bit more, seeing an entrance to my left. The only places I recognized that had that were hotels and Apartments, and I didn't see any signs saying 'hotel here', though that may be because I took the back entrance. I decided to check if the entrance was locked, and, to my surprise, it wasn't! Probably against my better judgement, I decided to take a waltz inside. Now I was way up sh*t creek without a paddle.
Surprisingly, when I walked in, the floor was relatively empty. I guess two days of sleeping on sidewalks next to heroin junkies will do that to ya. I went down floor-after-floor, each one just as empty as the last, until I finally came across what appeared to be a corpse. Now, like a normal person, this immediately triggered my gag reflex, and I was vomiting in a corner within seconds. There I was again, back with the junkies. One thing lead to another, and soon enough I was sitting right next to a pool of my own vomit. Gross.

Andrew was relieved to have escape from the sun, even if his time were to be brief. He had spent the last couple of days walking around, and he was more than glad to take this time rest. Now, he had an opportunity to lay down, drink more water, and pop some more pills. He took one more pill, took another drink, and then laid down.
"'Night," he muttered to himself, before flopping over in his sleeping bag.

I turned to John, a wry smile forming on my face. She didn't object to our proposal, so who was to say she couldn't join us?
"Well, J," I started aloud, deliberately going for the dumbest codename imaginable, "We could always use someone new, and she isn't objecting. Is she?" I asked, turning to the girl. "Are you objecting?" I asked once more, this time directly at her. I tried to keep my voice level as quiet as I could at this point, it wouldn't take long for this to attract attention, seeing as there were two dead men at our feet. At this point, I whispered back to John, breaking the joking facade.
"John, you know how low our numbers are. We need this. If you want, we can have her stay with the old f*ckin' man until we get back, but we need someone new," I whispered, solemnly. I very clearly understood the risks, I wasn't stupid, but we needed people, and now seemed like the best opportunity to not get ratted out to the Northies. If she became an issue, Baker would deal with her as he chose.

OOC: Sorry about not posting earlier, pretty tiring day.

IC: In a daze, I heard my name. Didn't particularly care, seeing as there was a f*cking body next to me. In all likelihood, I looked pathetic. Some damn sap with a guitar on his side, slumped against a wall losing his sh*t. It was all rather poetic, in hindsight. However, I had to respond eventually. Instinct took over and in seconds, I was pushing myself to my feet.
"Sh*t, what's up?" I asked to no-one in particular. Deep down I was hoping neither of these two killed that poor guy. While standing up, the pistol that had been in my waistband fell out. How this happened was beyond me, but it wasn't exactly the best time. Instead of bending over to pick it up, I just acted naturally, or as naturally as I could, seeing as there was just a pool a vomit, right there. Next to me.

(Andrew is now asleep. Please call back later to wake him up.)

It took some time for the reality of the situation to sink in, but when it did, I finally got moving, inching ever closer towards the body, each step to the right helping me see the gruesome details of the body. I didn't need trouble. Not now, when I was searching for my friends. I thought I saw one of the bodies twitch, but it never occurred to me to step away. I was piss-terrified of the man holding me up with a knife. Finally, after a short period of silence, I broke it.
"Hey, I don't need any trouble, I'll just, uh, get on my way," I said, mumbling and stuttering my way through nervously. At this point, I definitely saw one of the bodies twitch. Like an average person, I freaked the f*ck out, stumbling backwards before falling ass-first onto the ground. If this was a joke, it wasn't very funny.

There I was, on my ass, being held up by a man with an empty gun. I decided to do as he said, seeing as he still had a knife.
"Kurtis. Alan," was all I said, frozen with fear. I had to get moving at some point, but no matter how hard I tried, my body stood there, almost frozen in time. It was like something out of a god damn horror film, and the irony slowly started to occur to me. I let out a nervous laugh, hoping to alleviate some of the tension in the room.

*Cautious track*

I didn't have time for formalities, I had a goal in mind. Find my band mates, then get out of dodge. The guy holding me up seemed to be sizing me up, least that's what I thought. I had no clue if he'd been outside or not, so I decided to try and explain.
"As you probably know, there have been riots going on in the streets. My band mates and I got caught in the crossfire. We were just passing though on tour- we're musicians. I don't wanna cause any trouble, just let me grab my sh*t and I'll be on my way," I said, doing my best to keep calm. I wasn't concerned about bumping my music like some ass, I just needed some space.

"I'm," I started. I had no idea really where I was going. What if my bandmates were already dead? I decided to give myself a deadline, "I'm gonna look around the town for another 2 days. If I don't find my band mates by then, I'm gonna leave town." My deadline was a bit close, but it was enough time for me to get a search of the town. I had 3 days, including today. I wondered what would happen were they not found. Would they be killed? Robbed? Would they escape town and regroup with us? These questions hounded me, but I had to keep a calm mind. I didn't have time for a panic attack.

Wouldn't object to it. A thread minus Bell and Marshall sounds like a god damn riot.

Name: Johnathan "Johnny" Faraldo
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Clothes: A brown, double-breasted suit jacket, a grey vest, a white dress shirt, a blue tie, black dress pants and brown dress shoes
Weapons: A .38 Smith & Wesson Revolver
Misc. Items: A wallet containing $57, a matchbox
Appearance: [img width=510 height=286]https://i.ytimg.com/vi/pyaQPs707cg/maxresdefault.jpg[/img]
History: Born to a war vet and a waitress, John was born into a small income family, though he stayed happy in his early years. By the time he hit 16, John was getting dissatissfied with his lifestyle. Looking around the city, John eventually found his way into the new Bellomo family through a friend. Ever since, he's been working hard for an opportunity to get respect.
Place of Birth: New York City, NY, USA
Date of Birth: June 1, 1913
Other:

OOC: We can be someone not listed on your character list, right? If so, I'll definitely work on something later tonight.

So, seeing as this chat is seemingly about system-wanking so far, I decided to throw my proverbial hat into the ring. These are the following systems that I own (in order of my owning of them):

Gameboy Colour
Playstation 2
Gameboy Advanced
Gamecube
Wii
DS Lite
DSi XL
Playstation 3
Playstation 1
XBox 360
3DS
Wii U
N64
Gaming PC
Super Nintendo
New 3DS XL
Playstation 4

As far as my favourite game is concerned, Dark Souls 1 is and has been for the last 3 years. RIP its multiplayer.
EDIT: Forgot my PS4, or as I like to call it, the Bloodborne Machine.

Bellomo walked into our room like a professional. I had heard about the guy before, but here he was in the flesh, about to talk to us. All I knew was that my old friend pulled some strings, and now I was in a room with a man looking to make a family. I was never arrested, so this guy had knowledge of the mob outside of the life I knew. I guided Mister Bellomo in, pulled out a seat for him. I needed to make an impression, and a good one at that.
"We've been expecting you, sir," I said, walking over to the bottles nearby. If he wanted a drink, I'd give him one. These were the rules, after all.

OOC: I am going to presume we do not need a picture? I will adjust my form accordingly.

Name: Curtis
Member of the Nohrian Royal Family: No
Looks: A youth-filled young man, brown hair, grey eyes, fair build. He seems perfect to put on some form of propaganda, an everyman in every sense of the word.
Family
Crush/Wife: None/Open
Personality: Sarcastic and dry, Curtis is initially hard to talk to. Keep at it, however, and he is loyal to the very end. On his own, he was able to assemble a rag-tag group of bandits, whom now prowl the countryside, robbing the rich and giving to themselves.
Class: Outlaw
Weapon: A Light Rapier, slung to his side for ease-of-access, two small daggers kept in his boot and his coat, respectively.
Other: His group of bandits could very easily be used in the plot somehow. Maybe an encounter with the main party that would lead to his recruitment.

The year is 1874 C.E.. Steam technology has rapidly advanced in the last three-and-a-half decades. Our major innovators in both technology and communication have contributed such a large amount of data and research to the table, that technological innovations come almost daily. Today, of all days, the World's Fair decides to come to our fair city, Saint Petersburg. A place where every country of the world shall show off their prowess with the power of steam. The only country that hasn't exclusively showed off their works in the steam field are Britain. Charles Darwin's research and Mr. Alexander Graham Bell have continued their efforts in their respective fields, garnering Britain's showing much scientific acclaim each year. However, with this comes a jealousy. In recent years, both France and Germany have attempted to show their scientists off, though not in the same way the British Empire does.
This year, there are high tensions, as a recent war between Austria-Hungary and the Kingdom of the Netherlands has left both in a scramble for superiority at the competition. The ceasefire, made exclusively for this event, pertains that if either side were to win a prize from the Classmen's Workshop, they shall end the war then and there, ceding valuable property to the other side. This will, however, lead to obvious foul play. The Workshop is doubtful if anything good will come from this event, and you city is at the very center of it. What will you do for this monumental occasion in your city's history?

RULES:
1. Godmodding is not okay. There is going to be an obvious seedy side to the event, and we don't need your everyday Blade Hedo ruining things.
2. If you only makes posts that are one or two sentences long, go away.
3. If I ask you to make a change to your form, do not test me. It won't go well for you. (If I just give advice, you may not necessarily have to take this rule to heart.)

FORM:
Appearance:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Country of Origin:
Criminal Status: (If you aren't going to be one, put N/A here. If you are, however, put what your character does regularly.)
Clothing:
Misc. Items: (This includes everything from weapons to wallets.)
Other: (Anything not mentioned here? Bring it up here!)

MEIN FORM:
Appearance:
Name: Yuri Volkov
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Country of Origin: The Russian Empire
Criminal Status: Petty Thief, no record of incarceration.
Clothing: A light grey jacket covers the clothing of your usual working-class man.
Misc. Items: A Bowie Knife kept in a hidden sheathe sewn into the jacket.
Other: wewewewewewew

OTHER STUFF: If the RP thread goes on long enough (lets say around page 11), the fair will end. From there, a plotting thread, which will be made later today, will decide what happens next.

EDIT:, The Plotting thread has been made! Click this link to head to it: https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2357134.new#new